The All-Star Marvel RPG

[J'adore]

OOC - 300th post - so some extra bits.

I can feel the open air in my stomach. The blood becomes sticky as I lay on the ground, my eye sight getting more and more fuzzy. I hear the murmered voices of Chris, Maria, James and Iron Man.

"Chris...chr-chris..."

I try to speak, but coughs just violently ripple through my mouth. I can feel Chris near me. I try to speak to Fury, but it's no use.

"Fu-fury...Y-you d-did this..."

***

Scarlet, the mole within the X-Men. Silver Sablinova races into the dark underground lair of the Sisterhood, no gun in tact. Silver hovers in the air, her eyes shut and her palms placed together.

"I was chased by that...thing! I could of been killed!" Silver goes into punch Scarlet, before Scarlet waves her hand and Silver flies across the room, slamming back into the wall.

"I am in astral, please do not disturb me..." Scarlet waves her hand to the right and Silver falls unconcious.

***

"Now step one has been completed, you are free to access the files..." Scarlet's astral form makes shape before Natasha. She smirks and stretches out her arm, the computer to her right glows red, mathematical equations appear visibly appear within the screen - but soon fade as files B.A.D Girls Inc appear on the screen, then shortly followed by images of a mysterious redhead named Sin.

Natasha nods, seconds before Scarlet fades out as Jane Foster paces through the Helicarrier halls, finding herself within the room Natasha stands in. "Carter, where is she!?"

[BLACKOUT]"She's still outside, with Hill,"[/BLACKOUT] Jane nods, exiting the room as Natasha turns back to the computer, beginning to type.

[BLACKOUT]"Camilla, I have access. You must delay Jane Foster.."[/BLACKOUT]
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[sabetoonth]

The Bang sends the Hulk into high alert, he instantly starts scanning the rooftop and allys with his eyes, leaping up into the top of a building for a better vantage. He glares into the sky and ontp the rooftops, he spots a woman with White hair dressed in silver on a rooftop about a quarter mile from Carter. He leaped into the air again after her. The sniper saw the huge shape come after her. Quikly bounding down into the stair case. Growling Hulk bounded himself down the fire escape, which started to pull away and collapse under his emmense weight. Falling to the ground under the debris he tore it away in time to see the assasin enter the subway. Growling it made chase. Almost. He was too big for the subway and the destruction he would cause would be to severe to help and chase at the same time. He growld and remembered her, everything way she looked, walked. If he saw her again he’d know it, and so would Bruce.

The Hulk rose out of the debris of the fire escape. Shaking it off like a dog might. He growled, wanting to follow Silver Sable, go through walls if he had to to catch her. Crush, destory, everything in his way until sh was firlmy in his enourmous grasp.

He thought about it. He knew Carter had threatened him, he had been pursued, hell he had already been locked up and escaped. Now was escape time too. Run from the city and the people and be left alone.

“No Hulk, don’t run. Save Carter, think what that could do for the Avengers and for us.” Bruce Banner seemed to be standing right infront of him, and then the city dissolved. The Hulk looked around in confusion. Was he back in the mind?

“Hulk not help Carter. Hulk run and be left alone.”

“What happened to helping people Hulk?” Bruce said with a bit of spite. “What happened to the hero that stood in Time Square not 5 minutes ago?” Bruce’s voice raised. Then Hulk growled back at him.

“Carter want Hulk smashed!” he didn’t roar, but he raised his voice. “Why should Hulk help her?” he stepped forward menacingly. Bruce didn’t back down, didn’t step back, didn’t shrink away like a cowardly little mouse. He stood his ground.

“Because it’s right.”

 

[Byrd Man]

I laugh. He actually thinks this is a big charade. What an arrogant lil b******!

"So has HAMMER. Infact, we'd already got down to the areas where these teleportations have been taking place. Bit slow there Fury. You may know the alien's breed, but we know how to stop it. One thing you don't! Now listen here, I'm not going to rest until you and your team are D---"

BANG

My speech is cut short as I feel a hard peice of metal plunge into my stomach. I open my mouth in awe, letting out a loud shriek before I fall to the ground. My vision's hazy...My hearing's fading. All I can see is the blood on my gloves.

Holy hell. My jaw nearly falls as I see Carter go down, her blood beginning to pool on the floor. My eyes automatically turn towards where the bullet came from. A wisp of silver on a a nearby rooftop.

Fury gives a stand-down order, but I ignore it and follow Hulk through the city towards Carter's shooter.

A few minutes ago, I was a stone's throw away from leaving HAMMER, and now here I am trying to find a would-be assassin.

The Hulk rose out of the debris of the fire escape. Shaking it off like a dog might. He growled, wanting to follow Silver Sable, go through walls if he had to to catch her. Crush, destory, everything in his way until sh was firlmy in his enourmous grasp.

He thought about it. He knew Carter had threatened him, he had been pursued, hell he had already been locked up and escaped. Now was escape time too. Run from the city and the people and be left alone.

“No Hulk, don’t run. Save Carter, think what that could do for the Avengers and for us.” Bruce Banner seemed to be standing right infront of him, and then the city dissolved. The Hulk looked around in confusion. Was he back in the mind?

“Hulk not help Carter. Hulk run and be left alone.”

“What happened to helping people Hulk?” Bruce said with a bit of spite. “What happened to the hero that stood in Time Square not 5 minutes ago?” Bruce’s voice raised. Then Hulk growled back at him.

“Carter want Hulk smashed!” he didn’t roar, but he raised his voice. “Why should Hulk help her?” he stepped forward menacingly. Bruce didn’t back down, didn’t step back, didn’t shrink away like a cowardly little mouse. He stood his ground.

“Because it’s right.”

"Excuse me, big fella," I say as I run past a dazzed Hulk and go down into the subway. Vaulting over the security gate. The assassin is nowhere to be seen. "Fury, it's me," I say into the small mic in my suit. "I don't give a damn what orders you issue, I need you to use those satellites you can manipulate and get a thermal scan of the area around my twenty."

 

[The Question]

Mac Gargan: The Scorpion​

“Well, then, Lead the way.” Mac motioned infront of him with one hand, the other still on the wheel of his chair.

He glided across the floor on his too wheels right there behind Norman, only behind because the businessman was leading the way.

The laboratory was large, but shiny and expensive looking, which it no doubt was.

“So, what kind of treatments will I be receiving Mr Osborn?” Gargan qued.

Norman opened a metal cabinet, revealing several vials of clear liquid.

"Injections of this. We haven't thought of a proper name for the formula itself, but we've been calling it 'DNA-Reflux' here in the lab, after the process it causes. Not to bog you down with too much detail, it basically rewrites your DNA based on the template we've set."

Norman walked over to another large storage unit, and opened it. Inside were the Scorpion costume and the drones.

"You'll also be receiving this equipment."

 

[sabetoonth]

Norman opened a metal cabinet, revealing several vials of clear liquid.

"Injections of this. We haven't thought of a proper name for the formula itself, but we've been calling it 'DNA-Reflux' here in the lab, after the process it causes. Not to bog you down with too much detail, it basically rewrites your DNA based on the template we've set."

Norman walked over to another large storage unit, and opened it. Inside were the Scorpion costume and the drones.

"You'll also be receiving this equipment."

Mac looked into the cabinet at the serum.

“Rewrites my DNA? No offence but isnt that illegal?” Mac furrowed his brow. If it was legal he had no trouble with undertaking the procedure; but he wasn’t going to do something illegal. He was still a cop and a cop wouldn’t do something illegal. Then he thought for a moment. ‘It is for the greater good.’ he thought.

When Osborn showed him the suit, and the drones, his jaw dropped. He had never seen anything like it outside of a sci fi movie. Moving up to the storage and he gawked at it. It was amazing; the green was an interesting color choice, if a choice at all. The drones looked to be impressive feats of engineering and robotics. He saw an Animal Planet special on scorpions once. The biggest he’d ever seen was a certain dark color. Smirking up at the businessman he jested.

“Does it come in black?”

 

[The Question]

"Of course it's legal. If it weren't, do you think the Mayor's office and the police department would be involved, let alone contract The Daily Bugle about it? We have full authorization from the government to conduct the procedure on human subjects. As for the color, unfortunately no. The green is a side effect of the processing the material went through. It makes it fairly useless for stealth, but I doubt you'll have much of a need for laying low after we've got you back up on your feet."

 

[sabetoonth]

"Of course it's legal. If it weren't, do you think the Mayor's office and the police department would be involved, let alone contract The Daily Bugle about it? We have full authorization from the government to conduct the procedure on human subjects. As for the color, unfortunately no. The green is a side effect of the processing the material went through. It makes it fairly useless for stealth, but I doubt you'll have much of a need for laying low after we've got you back up on your feet."

“Well then Mr. Osborn, When do I show up?” Mac was eager to get back on his feet and do some good now; he really didn’t have any qualms about the project now. It was all legal, all pre-prepared. All he needed to do was sign any dotted lines. Gargan was feeling good about this.

“There’s no real preparation on my part is there? No special diet or workout routine?” He wanted to do it right so that he could do a better service to this great city then he ever did before. “God knows this city could use a hero who works for her, and only her.” Mac really did just want to do well for the city he loved.

 

[The Question]

“Well then Mr. Osborn, When do I show up?” Mac was eager to get back on his feet and do some good now; he really didn’t have any qualms about the project now. It was all legal, all pre-prepared. All he needed to do was sign any dotted lines. Gargan was feeling good about this.

“There’s no real preparation on my part is there? No special diet or workout routine?” He wanted to do it right so that he could do a better service to this great city then he ever did before. “God knows this city could use a hero who works for her, and only her.” Mac really did just want to do well for the city he loved.

"You'll have to go through a complete physical before we begin treatment, including blood and urine samples. Once we have that information processed, we can begin treatment immediately."

 

[sabetoonth]

"You'll have to go through a complete physical before we begin treatment, including blood and urine samples. Once we have that information processed, we can begin treatment immediately."

Mac Gargan reached his hand up to the businessman. “Full physical, yes sir.” He shook his hand. “I should be able to get my Doctor to send you in everything afterward.” Mac figured he could get an appointment with Dr Fassenbenderbefore the end of the week. “So, see you again in…a week I guess Mr Osborn?”

 

[The Question]

Mac Gargan reached his hand up to the businessman. “Full physical, yes sir.” He shook his hand. “I should be able to get my Doctor to send you in everything afterward.” Mac figured he could get an appointment with Dr Fassenbenderbefore the end of the week. “So, see you again in…a week I guess Mr Osborn?”

"Actually," said Norman, "I think it would be best if the examination were performed here at Oscorp. We have several qualified medical personnel on hand, and we know exactly what it is we're looking for. It would just speed the process along."

 

[sabetoonth]

Holy hell. My jaw nearly falls as I see Carter go down, her blood beginning to pool on the floor. My eyes automatically turn towards where the bullet came from. A wisp of silver on a a nearby rooftop.

Fury gives a stand-down order, but I ignore it and follow Hulk through the city towards Carter's shooter.

A few minutes ago, I was a stone's throw away from leaving HAMMER, and now here I am trying to find a would-be assassin.



"Excuse me, big fella," I say as I run past a dazzed Hulk and go down into the subway. Vaulting over the security gate. The assassin is nowhere to be seen. "Fury, it's me," I say into the small mic in my suit. "I don't give a damn what orders you issue, I need you to use those satellites you can manipulate and get a thermal scan of the area around my twenty."

Hulk shook himself from his daze just as Captain America passed by and went into the underground. He looked back the way they came and started his own trek. Banner was determined to help people, no matter what they’d done or who they where as long they wherent the bad guys.

Landing with a thump on the street Hulk marched towards Director 13.

“Hulk help.” He looked around at the others around him clearly surprised.

 

[sabetoonth]

"Actually," said Norman, "I think it would be best if the examination were performed here at Oscorp. We have several qualified medical personnel on hand, and we know exactly what it is we're looking for. It would just speed the process along."

“Fair enough, Mr Osborn, just need to point me to the good doctor.” Mac naturally was a bit catious of a stranger but, they where all medical professionals. “When do you plan on going through with the procedure if everything checks out?” Mac wanted to know ahead of the fact so he could be prepared.

 

[Eddie Brock]

Hulk shook himself from his daze just as Captain America passed by and went into the underground. He looked back the way they came and started his own trek. Banner was determined to help people, no matter what they’d done or who they where as long they wherent the bad guys.

Landing with a thump on the street Hulk marched towards Director 13.

“Hulk help.” He looked around at the others around him clearly surprised.

Director 13's people swarm around her like an angry anthill after she goes down. I had been watching in disbelief as the whole messy thing went down. First, Director 13 gets shot. Then, the Hulk leads a wild chase for the assassin down the street, only to have the silver-haired vixen disappear into the subway. Much like the Hulk, I'm not much use down there in that confined space, so I was glad that Captain America continued the pursuit.

Meanwhile, I had been considering if I should make a move to help Director 13 - maybe get her to a hospital - but it seems that HAMMER's response time for one of their own is much more impressive than any other kind of peril.

I finally settle for stepping forward and saying, "She's going to bleed out if you don't do something."

"We're quite aware," one of the HAMMER agents replies sharply.

"That wasn't my implication," I say, trying to remain calm. It would be easy to make an equally snooty remark, but now is not the time or place. "I can get her to a hospital much faster, if you'll let me."

"No hospitals," says one of the other HAMMER agents, in a much more agreeable tone. "Medical Evac team is on its way." The agent nods to the gargantuan flying fortress in the sky above us. With everything else that's been going on, I've had little time to acknowledge it. I guess it makes sense that among everything else, they would have a medical facility somewhere in that monstrosity.

I turn to the Hulk, who somehow has become my only companionship in this circus of ridiculousness. Adhering to the ancient belief of "if you can't beat 'em," I sigh a bit before saying, "Guess it's just you and me, buddy. Though, I'm not sure what else we could possibly do here." My thoughts begin to drift to Malibu, Stark Enterprises, and the handful of things I could be doing that would be infinitely more productive than standing in the middle of a New York street, twiddling my thumbs and shooting the breeze with a creature that I once subdued by force.

 

[sabetoonth]

Director 13's people swarm around her like an angry anthill after she goes down. I had been watching in disbelief as the whole messy thing went down. First, Director 13 gets shot. Then, the Hulk leads a wild chase for the assassin down the street, only to have the silver-haired vixen disappear into the subway. Much like the Hulk, I'm not much use down there in that confined space, so I was glad that Captain America continued the pursuit.

Meanwhile, I had been considering if I should make a move to help Director 13 - maybe get her to a hospital - but it seems that HAMMER's response time for one of their own is much more impressive than any other kind of peril.

I finally settle for stepping forward and saying, "She's going to bleed out if you don't do something."

"We're quite aware," one of the HAMMER agents replies sharply.

"That wasn't my implication," I say, trying to remain calm. It would be easy to make an equally snooty remark, but now is not the time or place. "I can get her to a hospital much faster, if you'll let me."

"No hospitals," says one of the other HAMMER agents, in a much more agreeable tone. "Medical Evac team is on its way." The agent nods to the gargantuan flying fortress in the sky above us. With everything else that's been going on, I've had little time to acknowledge it. I guess it makes sense that among everything else, they would have a medical facility somewhere in that monstrosity.

I turn to the Hulk, who somehow has become my only companionship in this circus of ridiculousness. Adhering to the ancient belief of "if you can't beat 'em," I sigh a bit before saying, "Guess it's just you and me, buddy. Though, I'm not sure what else we could possibly do here." My thoughts begin to drift to Malibu, Stark Enterprises, and the handful of things I could be doing that would be infinitely more productive than standing in the middle of a New York street, twiddling my thumbs and shooting the breeze with a creature that I once subdued by force.

The Hulk looked down at Iron Man, little more then a week ago he had been smashing through three of the seven heroes he had just decided to join. Now there he stood. Next to one, far from two of them. He watched as the Med team seemed to be taking some time getting there he stepped forward and scooped up the director.

“Hulk help.” He looked up at the flying ship. He might make the jump. Looking around he decided the best option was to jump from one building to another. “Carter hold on, ok?” he said like a child who was cradling a small animal. Squatting down, he forced all the strength he could out of his legs launching him into the air and higher then the nearest roof, which he landed on. Repeating he held the Director close to his own body as they passed through the air, climbing in altitude as he got close to the helicarrier with every leap. Finally a top the tallest building he squatted down, he settled in tensed every muscle, thought about all that strength, thought about all that had happened in his and Banner’s lives and felt stronger, a strength and energy that he felt consume his body. He pushed against the building, the building pushing against the city streets bellow, pushing on the crust of the earth. And then it all pushing right back proportionately sending hi through the air and past the Helicarrier. His feet kicking slightly to find footing and to help him through the air he began to descend. His hair rising up as he did so. With the sound of a heavy blow against the metal of the Helicarrier the Hulk took a step or two as HAMMER agents surrounded him. He let down the Director from his arms. They kept their armaments raised at him.

“Hulk help.” He spoke. They didn’t budge. He growled at them. They closed in. he growled again and turned around leaping off the aircraft into the city; leaping again he started running, north this time, in the direction of Canada.

Operative Coulson looked on as the Hulk fled the helicarrier, looking down at a small device in his hand. The red button. Couslon clicked it and the light above the button, just as red began to blink.

“Simmons, Follow Banner at safe distance.”

 

[Eddie Brock]

REBOOT COMPLETE.

"So, what did I miss?"

I smirk. "You have no idea. I'll explain on the flight home."

"Flight home, sir?"

"Attention, uh, Avengers? This is Iron Man. I'm leaving now. Contact me on this line if you need anything else."

I maneuver around HAMMER's flying base as I take to the air above Manhattan. I fly at subsonic speeds until I reach minimum safe distance, at which point I kick it into the highest gear.

So I guess I'm a bona fide superhero now. Maybe I can look into starting an Iron Man action figure line.

 

[Andy C.]

"Excuse me, big fella," I say as I run past a dazzed Hulk and go down into the subway. Vaulting over the security gate. The assassin is nowhere to be seen. "Fury, it's me," I say into the small mic in my suit. "I don't give a damn what orders you issue, I need you to use those satellites you can manipulate and get a thermal scan of the area around my twenty."

"Feeding your coordinates into the satellite network now," Fury said over a secure line to Captain America. "Looking for a single person's heat signature in the middle of Downtown Manhattan is going to be like finding a needle in a haystack, especially once you go underground and our systems have to penetrate the buildings up above. Focusing our sensors on you should give us a reasonably accurate picture, but not a very big one."

"Director Fury, sir," one of Fury's aides said, "didn't you say that finding Carter's assassin wasn't a priority?"

"It wasn't....until Captain America made it a priority," he said with a matter-of-factness that hinted that in some way the Captain was higher up on the chain of command than the Director himself.

"This should prove a little more helpful--one of our stealth alarms was tripped by the assassin as she fled. Underground Manhattan contains a network of SHIELD safehouses and weapons caches in the event that our operatives would have to carry out long-term urban warfare operations within the city. Each of them has a security system that, when tripped, alerts us back here at HQ. She must have passed by one and set off the alarm. While it's not an exact pinpoint on her location, it should set you in the right direction."

Fury pulled up a schematic of the subway system, and found the coordinates.

"#7 Line, Northbound towards Central Park. No spotters have seen her topside, which very likely means she's still underground. Happy hunting, Captain."

 

[J'adore]

"James...Where is James?"

I breath heavily, staring up at the fuzzy image of Dr Jane Foster and Chris. My eyes soon roll back and close, my breathing slows down and I slip into a deep sleep.

***

I'm slightly older, wrinkles seem to be creeping up upon my face. I look at my blonde hair, that falls down to my chest. I walk away from the grand mirror, down a dark, hall - with the walls made of oak. I hear a fire crackling and the laughter of kids echo through my ears. I reach the end of the door, opening it hesitantly. A man with dark hair, about my age in the dream, maybe a year older, looks up from his chair, giving my a warm smile. Infront of him two children play, one a girl with deep black hair and one boy with dark chesnut brown hair, each hair on his scalp standing up. My expression stays bewildered, the man standing up and coming closer and closer to me.

"Do I have to do everything in this house!" The man puts his hands in the air, chuckling as he leaves the room and walks down the oak walled hall.

I slowly creep over to the children, bending down in my floral dress until I reach their level. "What's your name...?"

My voice has changed, become a smokers voice. The little girl smiles and lifts her head up, brushing the hair back from her face. "Grandma Sharon! You really are loosing your marbles!"

The little girl chuckles, accompanied by the young boy next to her. I clutch my heart as it skips a beat, before letting out a loud shriek and collapsing back onto the floor, breathing heavily and slowly.

"MOM!" A young female, around my real age, rushes into the room, resting my head onto her lap. Her face begins to disfigure, forming into Nick Fury himself. I feel enraged, wanting to grab his face.

"YOU KILLED ME, YOU B******!" I shriek, before the young woman's face fades away, the rest of the room being engulfed by darkness, souls being consumed by the air.

Everything around my is sucked into a vaccum, before I find myself floating into utter turmoil.
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[CoreBrute]

Two men hid in an alleyway, dressed in street clothes and gloves, both looking terrified as the HAMMER Helicarrier flew over New York, before staring in amazement when the agents tried to arrest the superheroes.

“Oh man Benjie, the boys are gonna laugh their heads off when they hear about this.” The taller of the two men said, between chuckles, his grip easing off a silver brief case he held.

“I know Jack, HAMMER is doing our job for us! Maybe the Big Man should start giving them a salary. Imagine if HAMMER caught Spider-man! They would send the freak to Genosha Bay in a crate.”

“Damn good for nothing mutie freak deserves it. “ Jack then glanced around, before he inclined his head to the side. “Coast is clear. The Big Man’s not gonna be happy if we’re late to the drop off point.”

“Then the Big Man is going to have to learn to live with misery.” A gravelly voice announced behind them. The two criminals turned with a start, reaching for their guns. Behind them was a tall man, dressed in a green jacket and jeans. His face was expressionless.

“Flint? Oh man your alive!” Benjie said quickly. “I heard you were dead man.”

“I am not Flint Marko. I am,” the sound of gravel moving filled the air, before the two thugs felt something cling to their feet. They looked down to discover their feet where enveloped with what looked like sand.

“

”.
There wasn’t enough time for them to make more than a startled yelp, before the Sandman put them to sleep.
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In a lab hidden underneath Manhatten, Floyd Baker sat in a comfortable work chair, in front of a computer screen, using an interactive stylus to make adjustments on a map of New York. The map had several circles displayed on the map, with times on them. Two of them, whose time had gone past now had an x crossed through it.

“And X marks the spot.” He felt rather than heard his son arrive, through the headband he wore on his head. He had adjusted it so he could now see what Flint saw and speak through Flint’s mouth. “Have you got the case?” He asked, despite already knowing the answer. He had seen the whole event unfold and spoke through Flint at the time. Still, he hoped to hear some independent thought from his son.

“Father,” He said with no compassion nor any distaste. It was like speaking to a robot. “I have recovered the case.” He opened the case. Inside were several gears and mechanical pieces. Floyd walked over to the case, pulling out his glasses to examine them.

“Very good Flint, very good. This is more technology Tinkerer can’t use. Without more technology to restore his lab, which you decimated very well I must say,” He said with pride, but there was no emotional response by Flint. Floyd sighed, before continuing.

“As I was saying, without more technology, he cannot build more super villains for Tombstone. And when the other crime lords attack him to take his power away, he won’t stand a chance. We will get him then before we then find the Tinkerer and make him fix you.“ He looked again for any response, but there was none. He was disappointed and moved to his chair.

“That’s enough for today Flint. We will start again in the morning. Get some rest.” He resumed typing, and Flint’s eyes closed, almost like a statue sculpted with its eyes closed rather than a human dozing to sleep.

But in his mind, the sand man saw a figure in a dark costume and goggles leap towards him. This creature was in his nightmares, but he didn’t know what it was. In genuine curiosity he asked the creature, Who are you?

And the creature answered, "you should have learnt by now Flint.” Before it leapt into the night sky.

“Who are you?” The dream Flint asked again, screaming to the heavens. But he didn't receive any answers that night.

To be continued…

 

[Optikal]

"I am sorry for disturbing you Thor." The Vision said in a monotone voice "But I am curious. You claim to be the Norse God of Thunder, and yet all available information leads me to believe that the Norse Gods are myths myths created by mankind. I am intrigued Thor, and I would know more if you will permit me to do so."

Thor eyed the being incredulously, his mood sour from the mistake he had made in involving himself with the affairs of the people here on Midgard. A mistake he would not easily repeat so soon. This creature though was different and something sat awkward in the Odinsons mind.

"You are not like them are you?" he asked, half asking, half stating as fact. "I am everything I say am, and more. Asgard and my kin are as real as the thunder that beats in the heavens. But tell me creature, if you are not like them, and you are not like me, then what are you?"
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[bkhedr]

Thor eyed the being incredulously, his mood sour from the mistake he had made in involving himself with the affairs of the people here on Midgard. A mistake he would not easily repeat so soon. This creature though was different and something sat awkward in the Odinsons mind.​

"You are not like them are you?" he asked, half asking, half stating as fact. "I am everything I say am, and more. Asgard and my kin are as real as the thunder that beats in the heavens. But tell me creature, if you are not like them, and you are not like me, then what are you?"​

​

"Fascinating." The Vision says as he looks Thor up and down. "I had come to New York hoping to find other unique beings, beings I could somehow find common ground with. I never considered meeting a God."

The Vision extended an open hand in hand shake

"I am called the Vision. I am a synthezoid, an artificial life form. My body is made of super hard plastic alloys and my mind is an amalgam of extraterrestrial software and the brain patterns of the human who built me." The Vision said, choosing for the moment to omit any details about the Ultron AI or the many humans who now hunted him.

"Tell me Thor of Asgard, do you like Jazz music?"​

 

[Nimibro]

Dr. Otto Octavius


INT. OCTAVIUS' APARTMENT

I sit, half-naked, wearing only a lab coat, pants and socks, as I open the window, and take the step out of my window, my lab coat flailing in the wind. The moment before I get smashed on the floor, my lab coat opens, revealing 4 metal appendages. As the arms run, my four beautiful sons, I look at one building, with no expresson or emotion on my face.

"my life's work, I am coming to get you back… and I will prove I am right".

INT. OCTAVIUS' OLD LAB

I see from a rooftop that there are 2 guards guarding the entrance, and I jump from the rooftop and snap their necks with my arms. I rush to the lab, through that white canal leading to the experiment room, and I blast the doors open. I set the machine up, wear my goggles, and I start the experiment. Everything is working well, until I hear a shout… of two big, muscly, dumb guards.

"Dr. Octavius, you are under arrest!"

"you MORONS! Don't interrupt the experiment you BOFFUNS!"

Then, that snake, Trainer, gets into the room.

"Otto, stop it, they will shoot if you won't"

"SHUT UP TRAINER! I HAVE NOTHING TO DO WITH YOUR IDIOTIC BABBLING! SHUT UP! SHUT UP!"

These baboons he calls "Guards" start shooting me, as my arms block the bullets, but one of the bullets flings into my experiment.

"YOU LITTLE MOROOOAAAAAAAAAAAAA"

Trainer escapes the room, but the experiment explodes. There is nothing left in the room but rubble… as a metallic arm rises from the debris. And another one. And two more. And finally, a man rises from the debris, a broken man, but not "Otto Octavius" anymore… that puny man died with the guards… a new man… a man of the new atomic age… burning with mother atom's rage. More than a man… a God…

 

[Andy C.]

"....ugh," is all I'm able to manage as I stumble off of the elevator into Norman's penthouse. Since I already changed back out of my Spider-Man outfit, there really wasn't much need for me to sneak in, and since it was already established that I was going out on a date, and that public transportation was stopped up during the attack on Times Square, there's no need to explain why I'm so late coming in.

Now all I need is a reason for why I wasn't answering my phone.

"Dude! PETE!" Harry shouts from the top of the stairs when he hears me come in. He practically flies down the staircase, taking two or three steps at a time. "Where have you been, man? Mary Jane called my phone like three times to make sure you got home okay 'cause you weren't answering yours, and---oh, man. You look pretty banged up."

Dang. I hadn't really taken time to look at myself in the mirror, so I forgot to cover up all the scrapes and bruises I'd gotten during the big fight with that monster.

"Yeah, I heard about everything going down in Times Square and I was only a couple blocks away, so I thought, y'know, maybe I could get some pics of it? Then I got sprayed with some debris in the middle of the fight. Just some scrapes, I'm fine."

"It looked pretty bad on the news. You know if anyone was killed?"

"I'm not sure, but.....I think so."

Actually, I know so. While I was running back and forth tending to the wounded, and getting folks to safety, there were at least a dozen people who were either already dead or too far gone to save. Some of them had been crushed by overturned cars, some were burned by the monster's fireballs, some just bled out from getting hit with debris. Tonight was my first real brush with the scary side of being a superhero. I was too late to help those people.

But, I mean, I was still able to help a lot of other people too, right?

"Well hey, at least you got home in one piece then. Did you get any of the pictures you wanted?"

"Well, I got a couple," I say as I pull out my camera. Turning it on, I pull up the last couple of shots I took, of the Avengers staring down the HAMMER forces. "Spider-Man had already ran off, but check this one out."

"....whoah," Harry gapes. "I mean, yeah, it's horrible what happened out there, but man, that is an amazing picture. You should try to sell it."

Fat chance of that happening, now that that Ned Leeds guy from the Daily Bugle has the same pictures. He's probably gonna take them to Mr. J. Jonah Jameson and make a fortune off of the photos I took on his camera, then they'll spin the whole story to blame the attack on Spider-Man.

It's then that I realize something Harry said a second ago. Something very important.

"You said that Mary Jane called?"

"Yeah dude, you need to get on that. Call her back so she doesn't go crazy worrying about you. Lord knows that Gwen already drove herself nuts doing that, we don't need you doing the same thing to MJ."

I raise my eyebrow for a second, something about what he said that caught my attention, then I dismiss it and pull out my phone.

"I'm gonna have to hook it up to the charger. I ran out of batteries," I lie. I just had my phone off during the fight. I was gonna text her afterward, but in all the chaos of trying to get out of Times Square and back home, it completely slipped my mind.

"All right, well, I'm gonna call dad and let him know you got in okay....like he'd care if it was me out there...." Harry trails off and wanders into the kitchen, while I bound upstairs into my room, turn on my phone, and dial MJ's number.

".....Hello?" I hear her voice on the other end of the line. "Is this Peter?"

"Hey, Mary Jane, yeah, it's me," I stammer. "I was just calling to, y'know, make sure you got home okay and stuff. I mean, because of the big attack in Times Square and stuff."

"Yeah, I'm fine. I was stuck in the subway until the whole thing passed, but I made it home. Got in about an hour ago. What about you?"

"I was....well, I was actually right there when the fight was going down. Thought I could get some pictures. I ended up spending the whole time ducking behind some cars. Seriously scary stuff."

"Oh my God, wow. We were blocks away from the attack, and you went towards it? Heh, Peter Parker's more gutsy than I thought."

"Well, I dunno about that," I say, trying not to make my cover story sound too much like I'm just making crap up. I mean, technically I was right there when the fight was going down. And it was some seriously scary stuff. "But yeah, a whole bunch of superheroes teamed up all at once and took on that big monster, and then HAMMER showed up, and--"

"And then the commander or whoever from HAMMER got shot, right?"

I stop dead in my tracks when she says that.

"Wait, what?!"

"There's nothing official, but the news showed some leaked footage someone grabbed on their phone. The woman leading the troops took a bullet, then everyone scattered."

"...oh my God, I....oh my God."

Okay, I have no love for HAMMER whatsoever. They love to chase me around and demand I hand over my identity and generally make being a superhero as much of a pain in the butt as humanly possible. I'm seriously weighing the pros and cons of tax evasion once I turn eighteen, just so I won't have any of my money going to fund them. Doesn't mean I want them dead, though. Maybe if I hadn't ran off, I could've seen something, have my Spider-Senses warn me about the bullet, maybe stop it somehow....I dunno.

".....Pete? You sure you're okay?" Mary Jane says, a genuine concern in her voice.

"Yeah, I'm fine. I'm just a little more shaken up by this whole thing than I thought. I just need a good night's--hang on," I'm interrupted by another incoming call. "Sorry, just got another call."

"Yeah? From who?"

"Let's see...ah, okay, it's Gwen. I can call her back when--"

"It's okay, Pete, talk to her. I can wait; I was actually in the middle of changing anyway."

"Umm, all right," I say, trying as hard as I can to not bring up the fact that Mary Jane just indirectly told me she wasn't fully clothed. "I'll, um, answer on the other line."

I put MJ on hold and answer the incoming call.

"Hey Gwen, are you okay?"

"I was actually just about to ask you the same," she says, her voice almost a relieved sigh. "I saw some of the footage on the news. That....thing you fought tonight, what was it?"

"I'm not sure. All I know is that it beat the living crap out of me when I tried to get close. I mean, I'm okay, just some more cuts and bruises to add to my collection. Fortunately, there were a bunch more seriously heavy-duty heroes who saved my butt. I spent most of the fight just trying to evacuate people."

"Was everyone all right?"

"....not everyone. The thing managed to kill some people before I got there. I wasn't fast enough. I just....I need a faster way to get around town. I'm just not sure how."

"Well, we'll figure out something," she says. "Actually, I've been meaning to ask. Your costume? I've been thinking of some possibilities for--"

"Can I get back to you about the costume later? Sorry, I didn't mean to cut you off, it's just....I've got Mary Jane on the other line, and..."

"Really? So, when I saw you and Mary Jane at the movies tonight, you were....together?"

I'm about to say yes, but the words get caught in my throat. There's a stabbing burning feeling in my chest, and I can feel the hints of tears in the corners of my eyes. It's the same feeling I used to feel when Aunt May or Uncle Ben would catch me doing something I know I shouldn't be doing.....guilt? But why am I feeling guilt now?

"Well, together-ish, I guess. I think. I'm not sure, actually." I mutter. "I mean, it was fun and she said she wants to do it again, and she called a bunch of times during the attack to see if I was okay, but....I dunno, I've never done this sort of thing before. I have no idea if we're actually 'together' or not, but well, it....kinda seems to be heading that way."

"......oh." And there's that stabbing pang in my chest again. Something in her voice causes a lump to rise in my throat.

"So....ummm.....Eddie took you home, right?"

"....I guess. I mean, I went home and Eddie happened to tag along. He kept wanting to stay and make sure that I would be fine....especially once he found out my dad's going to be working late on some possible homicide at ESU."

After trying to tune out her talking about Eddie, my ears prick up at that last bit.

"Possible homicide? Know if it's anything I need to get involved in?"

"How would I know? That's all he told me, other than to remember to lock the doors before I go to bed. But I guess it wouldn't hurt to ask him."

"Yeah, I might do that when I go back out tomorrow," I say, making a note of it. "Oh! I still have MJ on the other line! I, um, I really need to get back to her! I'll be back on in a sec, okay?"

"...actually, I think I'm just going to go to bed," Gwen says, still sounding a little deflated. "I just wanted to make sure you didn't get hurt too badly out there. Anyway, good night, Peter."

"Okay, um, g'night," I say before she hangs up and I switch back to MJ's line. "Hey, you still there?"

"Still here, just finished changing," Mary Jane says, while I hear the shuffling of clothes on the other end of the line. "So what did Miss Stacy have to say?"

"Oh, you know, checking in to make sure I didn't get hurt, back-handedly complaining about her jerkwad boyfriend, that sort of thing," I say, dancing around the fact that telling Gwen that MJ and I went on a date made me feel absolutely awful and I have no idea why. "Speaking about, you know, boyfriends and stuff, when we went--"

"Okay, Tiger, I'm gonna stop you right there," she cuts me off. "Like I said before, tonight was a lot of fun--monster attack aside--and I'm definitely up for doing it again. But as for anything official? That's for later. Anyway, I'm about to head out--......to bed. Head to bed, I mean. But hey, thanks for checking in."

"No problem," I say, letting the 'head out to bed' thing slide; I've said dumber things in the past. "You get some sleep, okay? I know I could use some myself. See you tomorrow?"

"Sure thing. Night, Pete."

With that, Mary Jane hangs up, and I plop down on my bed.

After all that's happened tonight, the monster attack, Captain America and the Avengers showing up and kicking butt, HAMMER trying to bring us all in, then apparently an assassination attempt on their leader....all right after that amazing but confusing but still amazing night with Mary Jane Watson....I'm too tired to stay up and think.

I drift off to sleep, and my dreams come quickly. Awesome fights with the Avengers, nut-shrivelingly terrifying moments against the big green monster.....

....thoughts of Mary Jane getting closer, that get my heart racing.....

....and thoughts of Gwen fading farther away, that, for some reason, make me want to cry....

 

[Optikal]

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"Fascinating." The Vision says as he looks Thor up and down. "I had come to New York hoping to find other unique beings, beings I could somehow find common ground with. I never considered meeting a God."

The Vision extended an open hand in hand shake

"I am called the Vision. I am a synthezoid, an artificial life form. My body is made of super hard plastic alloys and my mind is an amalgam of extraterrestrial software and the brain patterns of the human who built me." The Vision said, choosing for the moment to omit any details about the Ultron AI or the many humans who now hunted him.

"Tell me Thor of Asgard, do you like Jazz music?"​

Thor took the hand in the firm warriors grip, wrist to wrist. "It is good to meet you, Vision, though I do not not know of 'jazz' music".
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[bkhedr]

Thor took the hand in the firm warriors grip, wrist to wrist. "It is good to meet you, Vision, though I do not not know of 'jazz' music".​

​

"Thank you Thor" said the Vision with a smile that seemed somehow out of place on a face so artificial "It is good to be met."

The synthezoid seemed to look past Thor for a moment, as if considering the events that had brought him to this point and contemplating where to go from here. The moment quickly passed and the Vision's smile returned.

"I would very much like to know more about you Thor, if your time would allow. Though I am not human, and have yet to socialize as humans do, I have read that human interaction is often facilitated by visiting venues with live entertainment. This serves as a suitable back drop to the interaction and I must admit that I seem to have a fondness for Jazz music and happen to know of a place where the band should be due on stage momentarily. I had thought to go there alone, as I have done before, to hear the music, but I think I would much prefer to have company."

The self proclaimed Thunder God seemed to hesitate, as if taken aback slightly by the synthezoid's manner, or perhaps merely the thought of spending an evening conversing with a machine over the sounds of an unfamiliar musical style.

Eager not to have his invitation declined, the Vision rolls the dice so to speak, counting on at least some of the mythical stories about Thor being true, and adds "The venue in question possesses a liscence permitting the sale of alcoholic beverages as well."​

 

[bkhedr]

The Super Skrull crashed into the side of a parked van that, rather than stop his headlong tumble, was carried along with him, into the side of an already evacuated coffee house.​

Rising unsteadily to defend himself Kl'rt is surprised to find that his enemies have not pressed their advantage.​

Curious, he wills himself to invisibility and watches with disbelief as HAMMER's forces arrive on the scene with the intention of apprehending the Avengers.​

Incredibley it seemed like Kl'rt himself hardly warranted consideration from them.​

It was just as well. He was hurt badly, massively outnumbered and he no longer saw any benefit in continuing the confrontation since his prey was clearly not going to show himself.​

At least the effort was not a total waste. He had sown panic among the human populace, laid waste to the United States greatest city and served his ultimate cause in the process by giving the American people one more reason why they needed to purchase advanced Madripoorian weapons.​

Furthermore, while the warrior with the eye patch had not revealed himself, he had, in Kl'rt's estimation, shown his best hand, his Avengers. They were the best he had to offer, and now that Kl'rt had their measure he had no doubt that future confrontations would be different.​

With a final unseen sneer in the direction of his enemies, Kl'rt activates the small personal teleporter on his belt and leaves Times Square in chaos.​

Deep inside his private wing of the Madripoorian Embassy in New York sits the brooding Super Skrull. His mood is sour but the wounds he sustained in his battle with the Avengers are healing and he knows that he will soon regain his full strength.​

On the desk before him is a hastily assembled dossier containing photos, files and analysis of each hero the Super Skrull battled in Times Square, sans the amateur in black who first arrived on the scene. Klr't's people could find very little on him, not that Kl'rt cared.​

No he was more interested in the soldier, Captain America, he was a shining beacon of America's strength, a light than inspired this nation's pitiful populace to achieve more than they normally would. His light would have to be snuffed out.​

Picking up a phot of Captain America Kl'rt scowled "You refused to give up your superior officer Captain." Klr't said to the photo, recalling the events of the battle in Times Square "That means I will just have to kill you to make him reveal himself."​

A buzz from the intercom shakes Kl'rt from his thoughts and he clicks the intercom and opens a channel to his secretary, or rather the new Ambassador Madripoor's secretary.​

"Yes Rachel." he says in a voice that is not his own.​

"Sorry to disturb you Ambassador Wyn, but Mexican Ambassador is here for his appointment." Came the reply of Rachel Wyn. It was obvious from her voice that she had been crying earlier, that she was under alot of stress. Of course that was to be expected so soon after the apparent suicide of her former boss.​

The thought makes Kl'rt want to chuckle, but he stifles the urge and replies in a tone that is both fatherly and sympathetic.​

"Yes of course my dear, please show them in and thank you."​

As soon as the words leave his lips, Kl'rt begins to change, his body morphing into that of a tall thin man with a wispy mustache and time weathered features.​

The transformation is complete just in time for Ambassador Tran to greet his Mexican counterpart as he enters his office.​